Ancestral Lineage - Chapter 469

Chapter 469: The Chaos of the First Hours

The maternity ward of the Imperial Hospital had seen beastfolk give birth, elves bring forth luminous children, and many more. Yet somehow, nothing… absolutely nothing… prepared it for the Kael’Dri twins.

The girls were still clustered around Harley, cooing over the newborns, while Ethan hovered like an anxious hawk that had grown hands and forgotten how to use them.

Regnare was still live-streaming.

Trevor had fallen asleep while standing.

And Zark was muttering ancient Primordial prayers under his breath in a corner like a man waiting for an earthquake to end.

When the first baby yawned, a soft golden ripple spread through the room, making everyone’s hair float for a moment as gravity politely stepped aside.

“Is this normal…?” Jerry whispered.

“For the family?” Clara replied. “This is tame.”

Then the second baby sneezed.

A tiny… teeny… micro-sneeze.

The wall nearest to them cracked into the shape of a perfect fractal spiral.

Regnare zoomed in on the wall.

“Chat, the prince just sneezed and almost rearranged the building’s existence,” he narrated proudly. Comments flew across his screen:

@CelestialMom420: “IS THIS BABY A THREAT?”

@ElfLordOfficial: “Tell the Emperor congratulations… also RUN.”

@WeLoveHarley: “Harley’s babies = peak genetics.”

@CultofEthan: “A new prophecy is forming. I can FEEL it.”

@DemonKingZarvox: “Tell them to stop breaking space. Dimensions are expensive.”

Ethan finally turned and glared at Regnare.”Reg… stop live streaming.”

Regnare didn’t stop. In fact, the camera angle became better.

BABY PROOFING REALITY — KAEL’DRI STYLE

The first real cry happened when the nurses picked the twins up for cleaning. One twin’s cry made the lights flicker. The other’s cry made the walls flicker.

The doctor, who had delivered nearly four thousand babies in her life, was sweating so hard her soul was sweating.

“We may need… um… arcane dampeners,” she whispered.

“Already summoned,” Ethan said.

Three sigils appeared in the air behind him like floating glyphs, adjusting the room’s stability. They stabilized reality. Mostly.

Trevor yawned and stretched, and his shirt suddenly turned into feathers.

“I didn’t even use my power… what?”

“It’s the baby,” Pisces said with a weird mixture of pride and horror. “They’re… playing.”

Playing. The children weren’t even ten minutes old and were already rewriting minor physics.

Harley, exhausted and glowing in that way only new mothers could glow, laughed softly.

“They’re perfect…”

“They’re terrifying,” Regnare corrected helpfully.

Zark let out a slow sigh. “The next three months are going to be hell.”

One by one, the wives gathered around the babies.

Harley cradled them first, humming a tune that made their cosmic energy dim just a bit, as if even the universe obeyed a mother’s lullaby.

Clara kissed their foreheads and whispered blessings that shimmered like vines curling in the air.

Andriel held one of their tiny hands, and her moon power wrapped like soft starlight, gently containing the ripple that wanted to burst from the baby’s aura.

Carmen held one child by the feet like she was weighing a new bow. “This one feels like it’s going to punch the sun someday.”

“Carmen, put her upright!” Harley hissed.

Pisces glared at the twins with sisterly annoyance. “They better not cry during my meditation hours.”

Elaine and Christel were taking pictures at an insane speed.

Asteria and Vaeloria were whispering among themselves, exchanging divine signals. Even Seraphis, usually aloof, looked genuinely moved as creation energy curled around her fingers.

Ethan hovered like a malfunctioning guardian angel.

“Should I hold them now? Should I wait? Should I purify the air? Should I fortify the floor? Should I…”

“Sit,” Harley said.

Ethan sat.

“Now hold your children.”

He held them like they were made of glass.

And they stared up at him with the most powerful pair of infant eyes the world had ever seen. One had swirling irises like galaxies in bloom. The other’s eyes were crimson-gold, like a rising sun seen through a storm.

For a moment, Ethan forgot to breathe.

Trevor whispered, “He’s downloading fatherhood.”

Regnare whispered, “Chat is crying. The whole world is crying. I’m crying.”

Stygian whispered, “I’m not crying. It’s dust. Cosmic dust.”

Even Zark softened slightly.

“You’ll be fine, boy.”

Ethan nearly broke into tears himself.

…

The universe beyond the imperial hospital didn’t stay calm for even a heartbeat. The moment the first wail of the newborns rippled through the Ether, something in the world stirred. The birth of a royal child was one thing; the birth of Ethan’s children, vessels of two absurdly powerful bloodlines, was another matter entirely.

Reality reacted the way a calm pond reacts to a meteor.

A soft shimmer spread across the empire’s sky. People stopped mid-step. Birds froze mid-flap. A merchant nearly sold a cabbage for 10,000 credits because his customer suddenly forgot how numbers worked.

Above the imperial capital, the sky fractured. Not violently, more like a cosmic egg cracking gently, leaking out strands of shimmering violet light. Astronomers watching from their towers screamed, not in fear, but in exhilaration. Prophets fainted. Cult leaders immediately claimed responsibility.

The shimmering then condensed into something like… auroras with swagger. Royal purple and molten gold danced through the heavens in spirals that looked suspiciously like twin umbilical cords attached to the cosmos itself.

On the streets below, civilians whipped out their devices.

“THE SKY IS HAVING A BABY TOO!???””CONFIRMATION THAT THE ROYALS ARE BUILT DIFFERENT.””I swear, if this triggers another beast tide, I’m suing.””Bro… I’m in the market, and the sky is literally giving birth—HELLO???”

And then something even stranger happened.

Every beast across the empire paused. Wolves stopped snarling mid-chase. Wyverns hovering over volcanoes turned their heads. Even ancient spirit creatures who hadn’t moved in centuries cracked open fossilized eyelids.

They felt it.A new presence.Or rather… two.

The Beast Plane reacted like it had been dunked in ice water. Leylines shivered. Sacred groves hummed. Old wardens muttered in old tongues.

Meanwhile, back near the mortal realm, the broader multiverse whispered like gossiping aunties.

“Two of them?””He had twins?!””Who allowed this?””Has no one learned from Ethan’s existence already!?”

In the celestial courts, minor deities and spirit kings peered down.

One deity whispered, “Should we… prepare?”Another replied, “Prepare what? A bunker? A will?”

Even the Void offered a slow clap.

And then the energy wave hit.

A majestic pulse swept across the empire, soft, warm, gentle, yet so overwhelmingly powerful that everyone felt their blood ripple. Babies laughed. Elders straightened their backs as if their spines had been upgraded. Every cultivator felt their mana circuits heat like someone poured pure sunlight into them.

The capital burst into cheers.

The empire didn’t just get new heirs.It got new celestial anomalies.

And all this… all of it… was caught by Regnare’s camera.

The live chat erupted in a frenzy:

“WE’RE LIVING IN A MOVIE???””DUDE SHOW US THE TWINS NOT THE SKY-CRACK!!””Bro, move the camera, my guy thinks he’s a cosmic documentary filmmaker.””THE EMPEROR’S BABIES JUST CAUSED AN AURORA EARTHQUAKE???””Prince Regnare blink twice if you’re safe.””Someone @ the sciences department. Tell them to do something!””WAIT—WAIT—IS THAT A DRAGON KNEELING???””Y’all, I think the multiverse just got siblings.”

The stream hit 300 million viewers in minutes.

And somewhere in the swirling spectacle of cosmic theatrics, two newborn auras pulsed again, a pair of tiny, innocent heartbeats that the world, the planes, and the heavens would never forget.

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